Paris Reunion Hookup

 

Walking briskly down the streets of Paris, you can’t wait to see her. You’re in the city for business, but you arrived a day early just to be with her. She texted to meet at the café you both used to enjoy when you worked together.

“I’m almost there.” You text as you are a couple of blocks away. Since you left Europe and were promoted higher in the company, you followed her online “Travelogue Photos of the Mediterranean”, and on social media. Her photos are great, and she is so beautiful in her selfies, like the model she wanted to be when she worked with you.

The smells of the city remind you of those days. She was a new model trying to make a name for herself, and you worked for the Fashion House in Paris. She was another tall, thin, and pale face, trying to stand out. You noticed that she was smart and attentive, so you hired her to be your assistant. She learned about the photo and design parts of the industry. Eventually she wanted to ‘strike out on her own’. The physical relationship between you waxed and waned, but she agreed that she is happy to be your ‘friend with benefits’, and to look her up anytime you are back on the Continent. 

You see her. Across the street. She is standing there, looking at her phone, wearing a white tube dress. It clings to her body and accents her lovely shape.

“You look as beautiful as ever.” you say as you get closer and hug her. “I have missed you so much. I love your photos of the Med.” You lean in closer and whisper in her ear. “I so badly want you. I miss being with you.”

Your arms go around her. Your hands caressing her, moving the fabric of her dress across her smooth skin. The scents of fresh coffee and freshly baked pastries and breads, mix with her perfume. “Should we sit outside and order something?” You ask relaxing your hold on her.

Her fingers trace the collar of your shirt, and move down so she feels your heartbeat quicken. “Let’s skip the coffee”, She whispers, her breath hot on your ear. “I want to taste something sweeter.” She says in a playful tone.

You smile at her suggestion. You hold her hand and kiss her. “Shall we go back to my hotel?” You quietly respond.

She leads you down a narrow alley, the cobblestones echo beneath your feet. The scent of coffee fades, replaced by the electric charge between you. Her heart pounds as she presses you against the wall, her lips brushing your neck. “Who needs a hotel,” she murmurs, “when we have this perfect little hideaway?”

You feel the rough, cool bricks through your clothing. her lips feel warm on you neck. You caress her body through the thin fabric of her dress. One hand rubs her ass cheek as the other one caresses her breast. Your nipples are so firm and visible though the thin, white fabric.

You slide your hand up under the hem of her dress, continuing to caress her firm, toned ass cheek. As she presses against you, your cock hardens in your pants.

You release her breast, and grab a handful of hair at the back of her head. Pulling her head back, you kiss her mouth, then her neck. You continue kissing your way down to the collar of her dress. your hand on her ass rubs firmly, searching for her panties, to move them out of the way.

“Are you wearing a thong, or are you bare?” You whisper in her ear. Top of Form

She reaches under your shirt to rub your chest. “High cut” she breathlessly answers as your fingers find the lacy edge of her panties. Her fingers are cool against your warm chest. You feel her fingertips in your chest hair and hard nipples

You pull her head back a bit more and kiss her neck harder. She presses against you as you feel her crotch against yours. Your hard cock rubs against her firm thigh.

“I so badly want to lick your sweet pussy” You whisper. Your hand on her ass moves down and caresses the fabric covering her damp crotch, as you continue kissing down her chest.

Pulling down the elastic material of her collar, you free her left breast. She shivers as she feels your warm breath across her nipple.

You slowly lick around it, then suck it firmly. Your fingertips rub the damp fabric of her panties across her pussy lips. Softly you rub as you suck her nipple harder.

“Oh, fuck…” she moans. She moves her hands to your back and you feel her nails scratch you in pleasure. The soft texture of your beard excites her, and she pulls your face closer. Her nails continue to scratch down your back. Your fingers rub her pussy harder, teasing her more. She is so wet.

You stop sucking her nipple, and get on your knees. You barely feel the hard cold cobblestones, because all you see and feel is her. You raise the front of her skirt and she shutters as she feels your warm breath between her thighs.

Her white lacy panties are so damp as you slide the crotch to the side and lick her tasty lips. Using just the tip of your tongue you go up and down, then around and between.

Your hands grab her firm ass cheeks and you pull her harder against your face. Your beard rubs against her skin as your tongue goes deep into her ready slit. Your tongue goes in and out, going deeper as your hands grip her ass harder.

You taste her excitement as she braces herself, leaning forward on the alley wall, and reaches her other hand down, grabbing a handful of your hair.

She humps your face in pleasure.

“Oh God, yes…” She pulls your hair harder, grinding against your face as her body trembles.

You taste her pleasure. You want her to cum so badly. Moving your mouth to her clit, you suck it firmly. You release her ass with one hand and slide two fingers into her wet open cunt.

You suck her clit harder, and hum so she feels your mouth vibrate. Your fingers go in and out, twisting and thrusting.

“Oh fuck, baby” she gasps. Her body tenses up, ready to explode all over your face. You feel her cunt pulse and tighten around your fingers. She pulls your hair in pleasure and bites her lower lip to keep from moaning in pleasure.

You lick her juices, then stand up, and kiss her. Your beard and mustache are wet from her. She kisses you passionately rubbing your wet beard against her face. She whispers “Fill me. Fuck me. I want you now.”

“Yes” You whisper in her ear.

You move behind her, raising her skirt over her lovely firm ass. The you free your hard cock from your pants. She braces herself against the alley wall, placing her face on her folded arms. You rub the tip of your hard member along her pussy lips.

You tease her. Rubbing the tip and then the shaft along her wet, ready lips.

Putting your mouth against her ear, you whisper. “Beg me to fuck you. Tell me how badly you want me to fuck you in this dirty alley, where anyone can watch.”

You want to tease her and prolong the pleasure, but you also want her so badly. Before she can answer, you slide the tip into her. Working your tip, in and out, then you thrust harder so you feel her around your hard shaft. You grab her hips and thrust all the way in. “I wanted you to talk dirty, but you are so sexy, I just can’t wait.”

Pulling her hips hard into you, you feel her wet warmth around you. You pull her as you thrust at the same time, harder and deeper. Breathing harder, your cock feels so hard and slick inside of her. You won’t last long.

“Where do you want my cum?” you ask in a hoarse whisper.

“Oh god, fuck me harder… I want your cum…. deep inside me…. filling me up completely.” She moans. “Make me feel… every inch of you….. as you explode.”

You pull her hard against you as your cock throbs inside of her. Your hot spume fills her sweet pussy.

You keep inside of her until you feel she has it all. Slowly you slide out, pull her skirt down, covering her ass and caress it.

She turns kisses you again passionately. As you kiss, you put your dick back into your pants. You feel her straighten her dress and adjust her panties.

“I have missed you so much.” You say in a low tone.

She smiles at you. “Welcome to Paris. I’m glad you’re back.”

“Shall we get something to eat now? Or go to my hotel room. I could pleasure you in more ways in private.” You say with a wicked grin.

“Oh, you have no idea how much I enjoyed that.” She responds, “Food can wait… let’s get to your hotel. I want to feel your hands all over me again, but this time, slower, more intense…exploring every inch before you make me scream your name loud enough for all of Paris to hear.”

You take her hand and lead the way to your hotel.

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Cyber Connection - Chapter 2: Talking to Jen

 When you wake up the next morning, you check your messages to see if NiceGuy63111 sent anything. No. But he normally doesn’t message in the morning. He works a 7–4 job somewhere, so he’s normally out of the house by the time you wake up.

You look at your watch, and get ready for work. You remember that you’ve got the morning shift.

On your way to work, you text your friend Jen. “Jen, If you’ve got time today, can we meet during your lunch break or coffee break?” You are lucky that she works as an office assistant only a couple of blocks away from the restaurant.

As you pull into the parking lot, your phone dings. “Sure. Shall we grab something at the coffee shop around 10:30?” you read.

“Ok. I should be able to take a break then. TTYL”

The manager is already here, checking to make sure the night team didn’t leave any messes behind when they closed up. You smell the grill and the fryer as they both heat up. You get your cash drawer, quickly you count and confirm what you have, then slide it into the register.

All morning you have felt pretty good after last night. Your smile at each customer has been met by a similar one. It’s almost like your good mood is infectious.

Even the lady who comes back, complaining that her hotcakes weren’t right, does it politely “Miss, I hate to bother you, but my order isn’t right.” She says, handing you her receipt. You glance at it and her tray.

She is correct, so, you hand the receipt back to her. “Ma’am if you wait a moment, I’ll get the right order for you.” You say as you tell the line and they quickly hand the right order, which you in turn hand to her. She smiles and says in a sincere tone. “Thank you. That’s why I like coming here. You’re always so helpful.”

You realize as she sits down that this was the same woman, the other day, complained about her coffee and said that she was never coming back.

As the breakfast crowd thins out, you wipe down the counters and tables.

When it gets closer to 10:30 you tell the manager that you want to take your lunch break early, before the next big rush shows up. He agrees and takes over the register. You grab your windbreaker and cellphone. “Jen, I’m on my way.”

“Okay. I’ll see you there.” She responds.

The weather is nice, and you really don’t need the windbreaker, but you also don’t want your uniform shirt visible while you sit in a competitor’s coffee shop.

You enter the shop, get a drink and a sweet roll, then you sit and wait for Jen. The spices in your drink go well with the frosted sweet roll.

Jen comes in and waves to you. “Let me place my order first, then we’ll talk.” she says. She gets a tall sweet foamy drink and a huge cinnamon roll, then sits across from you.

“So, what’s up?” she asks as she takes a sip.

You look at her, “Do you and Roger enjoy sexting?” you ask.

She leans forward, “Sure. From time to time. Especially when he travels for work. Why?”

You tap your phone and pull up Bobby’s messages from last night. “Has he ever done anything like this?” You ask as you slide the phone to her.

She takes a bite of her roll and reads the screen. She slows down her chewing as she reads the messages more intently. She swallows, then takes a sip of her drink. “You did this last night?” she asks.

You nod. “Has Roger ever done..”

“I wish.” She says leaning back in her chair for a moment. “Maybe next time he travels, I need to really step up my sexting game.” she says. You look around realizing that she said that louder than you expected. She hands your phone back. “Wow! He just described massaging you. No sex, no dick picks, no requests of nudes from you?” she says with a tone of disbelief.

You shake your head and grin. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. Should I try take it further? He said he used to be really good at this.”

Jen leans forward again. “What do you mean? Is he some sort of ‘male cyber slut’?”

You shake your head. “No. He told me his marriage broke up from him sexting and online porn.”

Jen takes another bite of her roll. She chews on it while thinking. After she swallows, she asks “Where would you like this to go?”

You take a sip as you think about it. “I don’t know. When we signed off last night, I had to finish myself with my toy.” you say in a low tone.

“So” Jen says in an equally low tone, “you want to know if I think you should ‘go all the way’ with him?” You nod as you finish your drink.

Jen finishes her roll. “Realistically. I would continue to go slow. See if he wants to do ‘online oral’ or something. Save doing more for later.”

“Ok, Thanks.” You tell her and check your watch. “I should get back to work.” She nods and looks at her phone. “Yeah, I need to bring back drinks for the rest of the office.” As you both stand up, you hug each other. “So, can you join me and Roger on Saturday?” she asks.

“They post the schedule, later in the week. I’ll know then and text you.” You respond. “Thanks again, talk to you later.” You smile as you leave, and she places a large order to go.

You feel good, and the rest of your shift goes well. No major complaints and nothing out of the ordinary. When you get home, you tingle with anticipation.

“Are you home yet?” you text NiceGuy63111, as drive home. He hadn’t responded by the time you enter your apartment. You change out of your uniform, and into sweats and a T-shirt without a bra this time, then log into your computer. You open the chat app, as you also check emails. He hadn’t responded yet, but you try to keep hopeful thoughts as you make dinner. Heating up one of those easy microwave noodle meals. Not the healthiest of options but neither is the food where you work. You add steamed vegetables to balance it out. You mix it all into a bowl and then sit in front of your computer.

“Hi. I just finished eating dinner. How was your day?” You see the message appear on your screen.

“It went well. I’m eating dinner now too. I made noodles and steamed veggies. What did you have?” you type and take a fork full of food.

“I picked up a burger and fries on the way home. I had a busy day at work, so I didn’t feel like cooking.” He responds.

“What made it so busy?” you ask. He answers, talking about deadlines, customer complaints, and being shorthanded since one of his guys quit. As he vents his frustrations, you type a supportive “That sucks” or “Wow” so he doesn’t feel like he’s ranting alone.

You finish eating and place your empty bowl on the desk. “I wish I was there to help you feel better.” You type.

“I wish you were here too.” He responds. “We could sit on my couch and watch a movie.”

“I would like that.” you respond. “Can we try that as a fantasy? Like you did with the massage last night?”

“Really? Why?”

“Because I want to see if I can help you relax like you did me.” you type.

He takes a moment to respond but then you read “Ok… You come over to my place…..We are sitting on my couch.”

“I’m sitting next to you, leaning my head against your shoulder.” You continue.

“I put my arm around you and snuggle. I have a large bowl of popcorn on my lap. Oh, what type of movie are we watching?” He types.

“Does it matter?” you respond

“The movie helps set the mood.” He continues “Are we watching a Rom-Com, an action movie, a thriller, or a family movie? You don’t need to pick a title, just tell me what you imagine watching with me.”

You think about it then type “I’d like a rom-com, like ‘Pretty Woman’.”

“Ok, so the lights are low in my apartment aside from the TV screen. I have a large metal bowl of popcorn in my lap, which we share.”

You smile at his description, imagining how good it would feel. “I continue leaning my head against your shoulder. I feed you a couple pieces of popcorn, then eat a few myself.”

“Mmmm. I like that. Yes, I gently take the popcorn from your fingers, so you only feel my lips.”

“He is so good at this.” you think. Then you type. “I rest my hand on your crotch and feel the warmth of the popcorn bowl on your jeans.”

He types back, “I move your hand, so you can grab more popcorn.”

“I put it back and rub you through your jeans.”

“Stop. That’s not what I want.” He types.

“Bobby, What if it’s what I want?” you ask. “I want to make you feel better. Don’t you want me unzipping your jeans and stroking or sucking you, to make you happy?”

There is a long pause before he responds.

“I told you yesterday that Sexting was part of what ruined my marriage. I like you. I don’t want rush or push things.”

You type, “But last night felt so good. I want to do the same for you.”

“But it’s not what I want. Not right now.” He types, “I like the fantasy of you next to me. A female friend just sitting and enjoying a movie with some popcorn. It’s not a date or anything. Just two friends enjoying each other’s company.”

“But what if I want more!” you reply. “What if my fantasy is to come over to your place, snuggle next to you, and then have sex? Can’t I get that too?”

There is a long pause before he responds again. “Why don’t we stop here for the night? If you want to sext, in the style that I do, it takes time and a little creativity.”

Before you can type a response, he continues, “I’m not saying that I don’t think you can do it, but I am saying that it’s more than ‘get naked’, ‘get hard’, ‘lick it’, ‘suck it’, and ‘fuck until we cum’. Reread what I wrote last night. Read how I described what my fingers did and what you felt.”

“I can do that” you quickly type. “I can focus on describing what you feel, how hard I make you, and how good you taste.” As you read your own words, you think “Where is this coming from? Is it because he turned me away or because it feels like a challenge?”

“Let’s call it a night. If tomorrow you want a sexting fantasy, I’ll be better prepared for it.” you read.

“What do you mean prepared for it? Like having to take Viagra or something?” you ask genuinely curious.

A laughing emoji pops up, with “No nothing like that. It’s more that I need to think of you as a woman who wants to have sex with me. Not a friend coming over.” There is another pause, “As I told you, I’ve made changes to my life. I try not to look at every woman as a sex object, I try to listen and pay attention to them as people, and I try to keep friends as friends. IRL I don’t have any ‘friends with benefits’, so I don’t do that online either.”

“Ok, Bobby. Let’s log off. Talk to you tomorrow.” you say.

“Goodnight.” he types and posts a sleeping emoji.

You aren’t sure if it’s shock, anger, or frustration about what happened, but you feel too keyed up to go to bed. You text Jen. “Hey, You won’t believe what happened tonight…”

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Coffee Shop Encounter

 (Here is one of the first stories I posted.  If you know my work from OF or Medium, then you might have seen this.)

You are picking up coffee at a local coffee house, after finishing working out, and still wearing your form fitting yoga pants, sports bra, and a zip-up sweatshirt. While standing in line, there's a voice you haven’t heard in years.  “Is that you? You look amazing.” The voice belongs to an ex-lover.

 The last time you saw him, you had a different job, you didn’t have a good workout routine, and were a different person. The barista calls your name and you grab your coffee.

“Do you have to run off? Once my coffee is ready, can we sit and catch up?” He asks. You think it over and agree.

You pick an outside table, because the weather is nice. As you sit down, you feel the morning breeze, sip your coffee, and lower the zipper on your sweatshirt, showing your cleavage.

You look at him still in line. The years haven’t changed him, much. You wonder if he's still good with his tongue. 

As he walks towards you, you sip your coffee and imagine him naked. You have a devilish smile on your face as he sits down. You share some small talk, and his gaze goes to your breasts from time to time. He licks his lips remembering your hard nipples. “My place is nearby, if you want?” You agree and follow in your car.

You pull up to an apartment and follow him inside. With the door closed, he kisses you passionately. He's unbuttoning his shirt as you unzip and remove your sweatshirt, dropping it to the floor. You feel his hands on your breasts as he slides his fingers, up under your sports bra, and slips it above your breasts. “Your breasts are smaller than I remember, but your nipples are still so beautiful.” He says. His hands caress them, then he licks your left nipple and sucks it.

You unfasten his pants and they drop to the floor around his feet. Your hand slides into his briefs, and you grab his hardening dick. "Mmmm just like I remember it." You murmur. He sucks your nipple harder as you grip his shaft.

He switches to your right nipple and sucks it hard. Your hand slowly strokes his dry cock. You notice the couch and move to it. You push him down. Then get down, so you can lick and suck his cock so it’s slick with your saliva.

The mushroom shaped tip feels good in your mouth as you suck it and lick up and down. Your hand grabs the base, and the other hand plays with his hairy balls.

He pinches your nipples as you suck him harder. You feel his fingers pull them firmly.

You want him to eat your pussy. Standing up, you quickly pull off your yoga pants and wet panties.

You grab his head and press his face against your pussy. He grabs your ass cheeks. His fingers grip your toned glutes, as you feel his tongue hungrily lick your pussy lips.

He licks quick and hard. You press his face against you. "Suck my clit."  You say as you feel his tongue lick around it. You feel that familiar suction as he firmly sucks your clit. You feel a lubed thumb rubbing your wet pussy lips. He rubs hard and quick. You pull his hair in pleasure.

"Put that dick inside of me." You say with an urgent tone in your voice. He moves and has you get on the couch on your hands and knees. You grip the hand rest as he slams his prick into from behind. Feeling this thick cock going deep in you.

He grab your hips as he fucks you hard and fast. That’s what you want. Just a quick hard fuck. One of his hands moves under you and rubs your clit as he rails you hard.

"Yes, rub it, fuck me. Spank my ass." He smacks your ass cheek sharply. The quick pain feels good, as he rubs your clit hard. You hump back against his cock. You are going to cum. You press back harder against him as you feel your orgasm.

 You get off the couch and sit on your knees. "Jerk off and cum on my tits, like they do in porn." He stands before you, and strokes himself, slick with your juices. He looks down at you and strokes. He pumps his hairy dick until he dribbles cum on your tits. You lick and suck the cum off of his hard dick. He's sweating and breathing hard.

You stand up, kiss his cheek. "Thanks. I needed that.
 you say. You quickly dress. “You can shower here. I can make you some coffee or breakfast.” he says.

"No thanks. I got what I need. I need to go. Bye, maybe I’ll see you again." You quickly leave so you can go home and shower, in your own shower. As you drive off you think "I don't need him back in my life."

(I hope you enjoyed it. If you subscribe to this channel, you will read a variety of erotic stories. I started with the 'supernatural' set, but most of mine are more mundane, though just as graphic sexually. I will continue to post daily until I either run out of stories, get bored, or people stop reading them.)